I had my six-month post-op appointment yesterday.  Great news; I am no longer morbidly obese.  (YAY!)  Not so great news; I am still overweight.  I guess I knew that, but still . . . 

I was thinking about all of the sacrifices I've made and how completely worth it they are.  Here's a bit of minutia that's hard for me to get my head around - I haven't had a Diet Coke in six months.  CRAZY!!!  I haven't had a Big Mac in more than six months.  I will never eat another piece of Mama Mia's garlic bread, or drink another Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks.  (sad, but true)  I guess that sounds pretty depressing, but it's all for the best. 

Big plans for after this semester of school ends; Jim and I are going to start running.  I'm excited and I'm dreading it.  For anyone that really, really knows me it's scary, right?  I have a hard enough time walking around the block without tripping on the sidewalk.  Hopefully, it won't snow and we can use the track at Hart Park.

Does everyone remember back to my first or second post, when I said how terrified I am of my surgeon, Dr. Wallace?  All of my insecurities were smashed yesterday.  He was so complimentary of how I look and how I'm doing.  He never struck me as a hugging sort of guy, but I guess he is.  :)